Damon Albarn

The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows
You have gone The dark journey that leaves no returning It's fruitless for me to mourn you But who can help mourning? To think of life that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past, left so desolate now When youth seemed immortal, so sweet it did weave Heaven's halo around you Earth's hope to deceive, you were the fairest and dearest Where many were fair, to my heart you were nearest Thе year has its winter as well as its May Thе sweetest leave us and the fairest decay The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows To think of life that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past, left so desolate now When youth seemed immortal, so sweet it did weave Heaven's halo around you Around you Earth's hope to deceive Around you The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows From Letras Mania